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I’m in a meeting room with one of my coworkers and my boss, waiting for the rest of the attendees to arrive before we start.
Me: Everyone have a good weekend?
Boss: Yeah, it was good.
Coworker: The get together at [the Departmental Director]’s house on Friday night was cool.
Me: Oh, sweet. Did a lot of our department go to that?
Coworker: Yeah, a lot did!
Boss: You didn’t make it, though.
Me: No, I know. I ended up going go-kart racing with my friends.
All: [laughter] Awesome!
[The Director walks in to the meeting room and takes his seat.]
Coworker: Hey, [Director], I was just talking about how nice your house was.
Director: Yes. [Looks directly at me.] How come you weren’t there?
Me: Sir! I do regret not being able to be in attenda-
Boss: He was go-kart racing! Haw! Haw!
Me: [complete mortification]
Director: …
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I do not think I am happy with my boss today.
Maybe he reads your blog, and makes it up to you tomorrow!
Oh, man. I sure hope my boss doesn’t read my blog…
Maybe I sent my cousins Vinnie and Mario over to your boss’ house, yanno…just to tawk ;).
Ooh, I’d appreciate it. He is seriously in need of having some sense knocked into him.